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Happy Birthday To Me!

As a special present to me, yous guys can all read this lovely poem I wrote last year. And because it's my birthday, you have to read it. And not complain. And tell me you love it.

And I'll tell yous all that I love you right back. Because when you're 39, you can do things like that and get away with it, even when you're not drunk. Because people think you're mourning your youth and all and are just barely keeping it together.

I love yous guys...really. Without all of you, I'd just be flapping my gums in a vaccuum.

And that can cause blisters and stuff after a while.

Instead, I speak, and you listen. And sometimes respond.

Like my cat.

So here goes...

(If you've read this before, just play along and pretend it's like the best thing you've ever read since that "If God could make a tree..." poem.)

August 27

Counting nine months backwardfrom my end-of-summer birthday,I realize I was conceivedon a full stomach:turkey, taters, all the trimmings,side of jellied cranberry relishjust the thing to, oh baby,put you in the mood.

all that I can figure ismy folks were simpledown-home naughtywith no room left for dessert.

(P.S. Just in case this is better than I think it is, it's mine, all mine, and if I see this in Poetry magazine without my name attached to it, I'll come to your house and smash cake up your nose. And it will be banana cake. And I may or may not remove the candles first. So...copyright and stuff.)

8 comments:

Hey, HAPPY BIRTHDAY and stuff or stuffing or assorted side dishes. Cheers my friend, I'd send you a drink to toast with but that would just get us all in trouble. I loved the poem last year, you too of course and still do. Your just too cool and when I grow up I want to be like you. How's that for gushy? Not enough? Oodles of smooches...KK

Happy Birthday to you..... best wishes on the big one, you're still "kind of" young at heart, and remember, "some of the best years are still ahead of you" (although not as many years as before) As for the poem, brilliant, and i'll never think of Thanksgiving without a little smerk to give props to your folks. You rock Francie, even on a full stomach!

That's a great poem, Josette! I'm jealous of it, even. And Happy Birthday, for goodness sakes! I hope you don't mind, I had a short moment of silence for you...just kidding...just kidding. But I did pause to reflect on our friendship. And then I went back to freaking out as usual.

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